Re-post: Deep in the Woods...and Several Asses

 

Re-post:  Deep in the Woods...and Several Asses

The Wilds of Michigan—May, 2021

I have written about this gay campground before, but it has been awhile.  I had to look it up myself to see--and be surprised—that the last time I visited was in 2018.  My host was the same man.  He’s around my age, with iron grey hair, ex-military and with a large cock that bulges in the middle.  I have mentioned before what a challenge he is to suck.  I got there on a Friday, in the middle of the afternoon.  We took a tour—both walking and by his golf cart—of the place.  The campground seems to be flourishing and making improvements.  The play area deep in the woods was set up as I remembered it—a sling, several tires buried in the ground to support men as they took dick, a fuck bench and, down a path, a glory hole wall with three holes.  The St. Andrews cross was not there.  I had used it last time, leaning against it, so the lighting they had rigged on the ground shone up onto my spit slicked erection—as a beacon for all cocksuckers.  It had been taken up to the dance party area…Don’t ask, I don’t know why…

We relaxed after the tour—and later had a good dinner off the grill.  I mentioned to my host how flattering it was that a number of the regulars we saw on our tour had remembered me from my last visit, now quite a while ago.  They all remembered my flight suit.  I had worn it for it kept me covered and protected from mosquitoes, plus giving me pockets for lube, etc.  And, I’ll admit, my cock looked great coming through the unzipped fly.

By nine o’clock, I was horny.  I had brought the flight suit and got into it along with my combat boots.  Taking a bottle of water, my host and I went out in search of some fun…

 

It’s early and we know it.  It is dark out here.  There is just enough lighting along the paths to keep you on them.  There is a man wandering near the sling, but he seems more lost than cruising.  We head down to the glory hole set up.  We hear someone shuffle on the other side.  My bud unzips and puts his hardening dick through the wall.  His sigh tells me he is getting serviced.  And well.  I unzip and stroke to his grunts of pleasure.  He pulls out with “There’s another cock here for you.”

I stick my dick through the hole.  It’s a little low, but I can bend just enough.  The mouth is hot and wet—and the tongue talented.  I grunt my satisfaction.  My friend sticks his dick through a second hole—so the sucker can suck one of us and jerk the other.  This is at first hot—then not enough.  He nods to me and we go around the wall to find the good looking man still on his knees.  He loves taking us back and forth—or occasionally both our heads in his mouth at once.  When I am not being sucked and licked, I slap his face with my wet cock, making a moist smacking sound in the dark forest.

We are joined by an older Latino.  He unzips—and we pull out of the young man’s mouth so he can harden up inside the guy.  His cock hardens—and explodes with cum in just moments.  The cocksucker swallows gratefully.

The cocksucker slides his cum filled mouth back on my friend. The sucker is wearing nothing but a white T-shirt and shorts with an athletic waistband.  My hand goes down his back and a finger touches his hole.   He pants.  He pulls off the dick in his mouth and says—“Let me go get cleaned out.” 

He leaves.

And a cock comes through the middle hole.  I go to my knees and suck it.  Out of the corner of my eye I see a new man emerge from the darkness and kneel to service my friend.  The cock in my mouth pulls out and another, much thicker dick takes its place.  It’s not there for long. Through the wall I hear “Fuck me with that…”  The dick pulls out and I hear the breath intake of the man on the receiving end.  I get up and go around the partition.  A handsome young man is fucking the man who was the centerpiece of all my sling play the last time I was here.  He braces himself against the wall.  He looks little rough around the edges with tattoos scattered across his body—which I find more hot than off putting.  The top nods at me and the bottom grins.  He bends slightly and sucks my dick into his mouth.

The crowd is picking up.  There are a dozen men here now, most with their cocks out in the warm night air.  I encourage a bystander to take my place—and he does.  The Young Man offers me the ass he’s been fucking.  I slip into the bottom.  He’s wet and hot and wonderful, clenching down on me hard as I begin to buck into him.

Soon the man in his mouth pulls out and takes a turn on his ass.  The Young Man is having his cock sucked by a man significantly older than me.  Someone else takes me into his mouth—knowing full well I just pulled out of the man who will be everyone’s butt boy tonight.

*

We have regrouped around a picnic table. My friend has reminded me the bottom’s name is Sam. He is kneeling on the seating portion of the picnic table, his chest to the table top.  A big burly man is fucking him aggressively.  I let two onlookers suck my dick as I wait my turn to go back up Sam.  Sam’s roommate, who I also remember, arrives and takes over on my cock.  The aggressive guy howls out his orgasm and takes off.  I kneel with the roommate—we take turns felching some of the load dripping out of Sam.  I let the roommate take the next fuck.  He pumps him for a little while, then offers me his cum coated cock to suck.  I do, slurping it down. 

“Fuck him with that big thing,” the Roommate says to me—but also to the men surrounding us who are jerking or sucking each other.  I stand up and sink into the cummy hole.  It feels even hotter now. 

Moments later, the Roommate taps me on the shoulder.  “I’m gonna cum!”  I pull out and he makes it into his partner just to time to blast another load in Sam.  He lets me clean his cock and Sam’s hole—but the two soon go off looking for more fun.

*

I go back to the glory hole area.  I can’t find my friend.  I assume he got off and left.  I do find the same young man making out with the same older man.  It seems only logical for me to drop to my knees and suck their dicks.  The older one pulls out of my mouth and turns the younger guy so his butt is in my face.  The young guy juts his hot ass into my face.  I spend long minutes tonguing his tight hole as he grinds it for me.

Soon the older man kneels and wants a taste.  “Kiss him,” he whispers to me.  He obviously knows what this boy likes, so I do.  The kid loves the taste of his hole on my tongue.  We share a hot moment.

A hot daddy in just jeans and an open leather jacket arrives.  He hauls out a short, but thick cock.  A man emerges from the shadows to suck it.  I go over and use my tongue on the Daddies pronounced nipples.    The man on his knees gives up.  I go down.  It’s a challenge to open wide enough.  And there is a big PA to deal with as well.  I flatten that down with my tongue and manage to get down over halfway on his shaft.  He grunts his satisfaction, pats me on the shoulder and leaves.

The mixed age couple is now so into each other I don’t want to intrude.  A finger comes through the far right glory hole.  I get some head…but it’s not good so I thank him and head to the sling area.

The same man is in the sling—a man that Sam had told me to be wary of as he never cleans out.  I avoid him and fuck a pale white ass on the fuck bench…

*

It’s late.

There is a cluster on men at the picnic table.  A handsome man of maybe 45 is allowing three men, one of them the man in the leather jacket, to suck his cock.  I watch leather jacket take over from another.  The handsome guy smiles at me.  I wait my turn.  And get it.  I seemingly get him close until he reaches down and hefts my cock.

“God damn.  Fuck me!”

He gets up and stands, bending only slightly.  I grease up—and make a surprisingly easy entrance into him.  The other men move around him.  One has his mouth on his left nipple, another on the right.  Leather Jacket takes the Handsome One’s cock.  I fuck the ass slowly and deliberately.

“Oh, yeah.  Faster!” he commands me.

I do.  I fuck at top speed until he blows in Leather Jacket’s mouth. 

And the fool spits it out.

The men disperse, except for Leather Jacket.  I ask if he wants to get off. 

“Yeah, but let me piss first.”

I kneel.  “Where are you going?”

It takes a moment, but he finally gets it.  “You are a bad boy…”

He gives me his cock.  Piss gushes out of the slit—and around the PA.  I swallow him down easily.  He just stays in place as the piss subsides and he hardens up.  I have more of him in my mouth this way.  He pumps my face—but I know my teeth are hurting him; there is no way to cover them with his thickness.  He pulls out and jerks his dick.

“Take my load, fucker.  Take it.  Take it now!”  And he blasts all over my extended tongue.

I swallow.

He takes off. 

I am tired.  I would love to get off with somebody.  But there is no one left.

I head home, knowing that I will just have that much more to shoot on Saturday…

Deep in the Woods...and Several Asses was first published on August 16, 2021

Re-post: Sharing Hole at the Farmhouse

 

Re-post:  Sharing Hole at the Farmhouse 

Amish Country, Indiana—March, 2019

 

I got a text:   “You ok fucking round another top?”

It was from the pig who lives out in the cornfields of Indiana.  The guy, who on first meeting, I climbed through a window to ‘rape’ him. 

I told him I was fine with that. 

My instructions were to be rough and follow the lead of the other top. 

I knew we’d be fisting, so I volunteered to bring the new hanging bench.  He loved that. 

He gave me the date and time again.

And I drove over the next day.

 

The basement is brighter than I remember it.  The pig has his sling set up, hanging from the rafters.  There is a long table next to it with a ton of sex toys—dongs of every shape, most on the large side.  There is just room for me to set up my frame.  I hang the bench in the flat position.  The pig has gone off to strip and let in the other top.  I change into the nasty jock I am destroying for a blog reader.  And put the boots back on. 

The other top walks in naked but for slightly yellowed jock.  It’s the guy who helped me ‘rape’ the willing pig.  We smile and nod.  And our dicks lengthen. The pig comes in.  He asks if we need water.  I have already cracked a Gatorade open.

“Get on your knees!”  barks out the Top.

The pig drops to the tarp that covers the floor.  He begins to suck the Top.  I jerk a little to full hardness and then beat my cock on the back of his neck.

“And his...”

The pig takes me to the root, showing off how he can take all of me to the smaller dicked man.  The Top isn’t impressed.  He pisses two short blasts all over the pig’s face.  The pig goes back to his cock and sucks like a man possessed.  The Top now uses his hand—or sometimes the back of his hand—to get the pig to change who he is sucking.  Back and forth he goes.

We get the pig in the sling.  It’s my turn to piss—all over the newly exposed ass crack.

“Fuuuuck…” the pig croons.

“Hot,” the Top says and pushes into the pig’s hole with no other lube but piss.

“Argh!”  grunts the pig, but he takes it.  I grease up my bigger cock up with some J-Lube.  The Top pulls out.  I shove in.  He groans again, but is silenced by the Top’s cock, fresh from his ass, filling his mouth.

We work him like this for a long tim.  Fuck his mancunt and fuck his mouth.  The second time I’m in his mouth, I give him some piss down his throat.  He gurgles happily, as the room is filled with the slapping of thighs on wet flesh.

The Top grabs the smallest toy he sees on the table.  He lubes it and works it into the pig.  He adds his cock.  The pig howls—in ecstasy.  I take a turn.  It’s a tighter fit for me.  But it feels great to have tightened him down.

A second toy is employed.  Slightly bigger.  We still manage to get our dicks in alongside it.

Toy three—a butt plug— is fine for the Top—but painful for me.  I go back to pissing in the pig’s mouth…

We get him up.  I tell him to bend and clean the Top’s cock.  I stand behind him and piss down his ass crack.  And plow him the moment I am on the last spurt.  He feels my cock shooting its piss deep into his already puffy hole.

I pull out and turn him for the Top to fuck as the pig lick my cock clean of every drop of piss and ass juice.

The Top gets him to rest his chest on the sling.  His fist glides into the pig.  Over and over.  I piss on the wrist of the hand buried in him.

I take a turn too.  My left goes in easily.

We get him off the sling and bend him over again.  I strip off the filth jock.  I push it up his hole.  And piss on it…until it falls out, a wet, sodden mess.

Back in the sling we do our cocks and our hands.  Then the two together.  Soon it’s his hand, my cock.  He loves squeezing my meat with his greasy hand, firmly encased in a hot ass.

We move to the flat bench I brought.  The Top lets me take over.  I fist the pig like I have never been able to do before.  He’s been working with those toys and there is so much more room for my hand.  I slip one in easily—and add a finger or two from my right hand.

“Eat my ass.”

I look at the Top.  I’m not surprised, but kind of pleased.  He gets on all fours on the flat bench.  I tongue him.  The pig greases his hand.  He knows more than I do; the Top is very versatile.  I open his hole with my tongue and leave it very wet.  The pig has his tiny hand in the Top in no time at all.  We alternate.  His small hand.  My medium.  Back to small, then to me.  I am hard as a rock fisting this man.  I stick my cock in him.  The pig’s hand slides down my shaft and right inside.  He jerks my dick inside the top, who gives off the hottest guttural moan…

*

We need to get off.  The Top needs to go back to work.  “Let’s DP him.”

I shrug and lie on the swinging bench—right at the edge, my legs hanging out of the way.  The pig impales himself on my cock.  The Top pushes in.  His cock head pushes into the abused hole.  It’s one of the best DP’s I’ve ever felt.  This time it actually feels as good as it must look.

I really want to cum this way—something I have never done—feeling my own cum coat another cock inside an ass.  But it doesn’t happen.

We get the pig in the regular sling.  I get off in him easily after just a few strokes.  I fill him with cum—and another piss load.

The Top slurps some out and swallows.  He stands up and pushes in…and shoots a massive load in the pig’s juicy hole.

Sharing Hole at the Farmhouse was published on May 21, 2019

Re-post: CLAW 3.2: Blue

So, I wrote the pictures are never the actual people.  Well, this one is.  I was at CLAW (the year I taught the piss workshop) and somehow the stars aligned, and porn legend Blue Bailey came to my hotel room to play.  I had the sling and rim seat with me.

Re-post:  CLAW 3.2:  Blue

Cleveland—April, 2019

I walked out of the Piss Demo thinking I didn’t reek of piss.  Wrong.  I got back to the hotel, showered, wrote a post and got some lunch.  I set up the room, tucking the sheet on top of the tarp, getting the rimseat out from under the sling and placing towels I’d brought with me in easy reach.  I was expecting a visitor at 2:00 pm.  On the dot there was a knock…

 

I open door.  It’s Blue Bailey—grinning.  He’s in town for some of the CLAW events.  He strips off the moment I shut the door.  We embrace and go into a passionate kiss.  I learn quickly we are both very oral people.  He sinks to his knees and takes me in his mouth.  It’s excellent head.  I rest my hands on his head and let him go to town.  No need to fuck his face—well, this time.

“Can you sit on the seat?” he asks.

This is not what I was expecting at all.  But I’m not about to say no.  I let him get under and sit down.  He feasts on my ass.  His cock goes from hard to granite the moment his tongue touches my hole.  He slobbers up into me.  I have had some great rimming this trip and Blue is a master.  I lean slightly, still making sure he has full access to me, and I lightly finger around his hole.  I could sit there all day, but I want to return the favor.

“Let’s use the bed.  Get on all fours.”

He does.  That famous ass is right in front of me.  I dig in.  Fuck.  I stop stroking my dick and concentrate on giving him the pleasure he just gave me.  I poke and prod and drill my tongue into him.  He seems to love what I’m doing.  I stand and slap my dick against his sopping wet pucker.  His breathing changes.  I swipe some precum onto his hole.  I tell him what I just did, kneel and tongue it into him.  This elicits a groan.  I do it again…but this time I stick the head of my cock fully into him.  I tongue him a littler more, tasting my juices in his ass.

Only now do I stand up and fuck him.  He is an active fuck—he pushes back on me, impaling himself on my rigid cock.  He goes flat to the bed, I stay in him and fuck him some more, then twist him to his side and keep going.  Touching his back and chest – the muscles are incredibly hard.  I don’t play with many guys who hit the gym so regularly.  I love it—and am slightly intimidated.

I lean down and kiss him again.  We roll a little until his head is over the edge.  I take the hint.  I face fuck him.  Slowly at first.  Increasing the speed.  My balls slapping that handsome face.  Blue takes me, seemingly having no gag reflex.

We pause.  Sling time.  His feet are in the stirrups with little help from me.  I eat his hole some more.  I love how it’s opened up with the pummeling I’ve given it.  So I pummel it some more.  I ask if he’s ok with a little piss on his crack.  I assure him I am anything but a pnp-er.  My bladder now has wonderfully clear piss from the Demo.  I hose down his crack and then lick him clean.  I lean over to kiss him as my cock goes back into his butt.

*

I take my turn under the rimseat.  I think he used some poppers as I ate out his fucked out/pissed on hole.  Again, I had to stop jerking.  There was no way I was going to let myself shoot yet.  Without any prompting from me, Blue stands up and sits on my dick.   He rides me and knows instinctively to bring his freshly fucked hole back to my tongue.

Fuck!  It’s great.  My cock is now totally dripping.

We get up.  I drink some water to cleanse my palette.  I pull the long padded hotel bench in front of the full length mirror.  I want to see me fucking him.  And, frankly, I want him to see this daddy use his ass.

He goes chest to bench, head up.  He watches me push into his wet, wet hole.  Soon his eyes glaze in the best possible way as my cock must be working a number on his prostate. 

We go back to the comfort of the sling.  We fuck.  I tell him I have more piss.  A lot.  I piss fuck him.  I stand still and let my bladder empty into his incredibly handsome man.  I quiver and shake…wondering if I will blow my load too, but I don’t.

He knows what I want.  I get out of his ass carefully.  I get under the rimseat.  He sits.

“Ready, Pig?”  His professional Dom side comes out in force.  He unleashes every drop down my throat, telling me to swallow it down.  He is able to stop it, let me swallow and push more out.  Amazing.  My tongue prods him, desperate to see if there is any piss I missed.

“I want to get off eating your ass,” he says.

“Should I breed you before or after?”

We go for my nut.  I fuck him hard and fast in the sling.  I hope the neighbors are busy fucking as the sling frame gives off a terrific, rhythmic squeaking.

I’m suddenly there.   I blast inside him.  Again and again.

“You want to eat it out?”  I’d told him when we were arranging this meet that, yes, I wanted to do that…but now I really want him to keep my cum inside him.

“Let’s get you off.”  I tell him.

Blue goes under the seat.  I sit.  This man I’ve jerked off to for years is now under me, jerking like a wild man as he eats my hole.  He blasts a long distance load—one that spatters my only slightly deflating cock.

*

He showers.

I mention the blog and if he’s ok with me using his name.

I guess you can figure out his answer…

 CLAW 3.2:  Blue first appeared on April 29, 2019

Re-post: Mixing the Loads

I just wrote about the current house party I still attend.  Back before the host moved to Florida, there was a house party in Indiana that met every month during the summer.  This one was particularly hot. 

Re-post:  Mixing the Loads

Northwest Indiana—July, 2018

I had the next Friday night off as well.  Which was perfect—it was the date of the house party that I have enjoyed so often in the past.  I drove through blinding rain to get there.  Traffic lights were out…and you could barely see if other cars were now treating the intersection as a four way stop.  But I made it.  I parked—and suddenly wondered if I’d come on the wrong night.  The house was in total darkness…

I get a text as I sit in the car, waiting for the rain to let up a little.  It’s the Cub, the PrEPster who I fucked here last month.  He asks if I’m in Indiana.  I tell him yes…and about to go in.  The rain has lessened a little.  I run/walk the dark sidewalk to the front door.  The door is open. 

The first thing I see is the host lighting candles.  He has no power.  It’s gone out moments before.  Little tea candles are everywhere.  About a dozen men are sitting there fully dressed—deciding if they are going to stay and play.  What the fuck?  It’s not like this is something we do in full light.  I strip to my jock and put my boots back on.  I go downstairs to see if anyone else has the same idea.

It is strange not to have the porn projected on the wall.  There is just enough light to negotiate around the backs of the couches there.  It’s darker yet in the back room.  I really can’t see at all.

Two pairs of hands are suddenly all over me.  Cock, balls, ass.  A mouth on my right nip.  My cock is instantly hard.  The jock pouch is pulled away by whoever is kneeling in front of me.  His mouth engulfs my cock.  The man to my side tries to worm a finger into my ass.  I knock that away and he kneels, deciding to eat my ass instead.  I am now sandwiched between two mouths hell bent on giving me pleasure.  I lean slightly, to give the rimmer an easier time.  I am pretty sure the man on my dick has taken out an upper plate—it’s a heavenly blowjob.

I grab his ears and begin to slowly fuck his face, grinding my ass against the tongue behind me on the backstroke.  I love the idea I haven’t a clue with who I’m playing—it just feels good.

At that moment, a guest arrives with a candle—afraid of the dark.  The men stop instantly the moment there is light in the room.  They scramble away.  I tell the new arrival “Thanks.”  He seems incapable of hearing the sarcasm in my voice…

*

I go upstairs.  There is more light in the back bedroom.  Men stand around watching two hot young men trading blowjobs on the bed.  I drop to my knees in front of a hairy Daddy.  His seven incher is dripping pre-cum.  I swallow it down.  No sense in making a mess on the floor.  He grabs my head instantly.  He’s one of those who has to be in charge.  Fine.  I let him fuck my face.  His boyfriend moves around him and stick a finger up his partner’s ass. 

I get the load without any further work.

*

The Cub arrives.  He gives me a kiss and pulls me downstairs.  His reputation is known to more than me.  The guy I dubbed Harley, for it always looks like he parked his bike outside follows us, stroking his cock.  A versatile in his 30’s, with a beautiful tat on his torso and side also follows us down.  The four of us go to the back bed.  The Cub kneels and sucks each of us in rotation.  He starts with Harley, the smallest of the dicks.  He gets him dripping really fast—enough that Harley tells him to stop.  The Cub moves around to the Tatted Guy.  It’s a nice 7 incher.  The guy loves the attention.

The Cub pulls off him and sucks me.  Tatted Guy leans down and begins feeling up the Cub’s ass as I get sucked.  In moments, TG pulls the Cub off of me and commands him to get on the bed, doggy.  He spits on the ebony pucker and pushes his cock into him. 

“Fuck!” the Cub grunts.  “Fuck me with that raw cock.”

I kneel and give Harley some head as we are waiting.  He stops me, too.  But he keeps on stroking as he watches the shadowy fuck in front of his eyes.

“Next.”  Tatted Guy pulls out of him and moves to the side.  I clean his dick as Harley begins fucking the Cub at a much faster pace.  He pulls out of the tight pucker moments later, determined to last.

I go in.  Fuck.  They have opened his hole perfectly.  I fuck.  Long strokes.  Showing off my big dick to Tatted Guy, who has never seen it before, with each thrust.  I stop finally and let Tatted Guy back up the Cub.

He fucks him for a bit.  Then:  “I can’t cum this way.  Suck me off.”  This last part is to me.  He pulls out of the Cub’s ass and shoves his hard dick into my mouth.  Harley rams home in the Cub.  I don’t have to do much to TG—just run my tongue over his over swollen cock head.  He blows into my mouth with a cry.  I don’t swallow.

Harley convulses.  He’s shooting…but it’s manually, all over the Cub’s ass.  He moves out of my way, telling me to lick up his load.  There is just enough light to see the white cum on the black skin.  I begin reverse felching Tatted Guy’s load into the Cub—who knows just what I’m doing.  “He’s filling me with your cum,” he mumbles to Tatted Guy—who suddenly begins jerking his spent dick as he watches the scene in front of him.  Once my mouth is empty, I swab up Harley’s load.  I work that into him, too.

“Fuck me with all that cum!”

I stand up.  I literally glide into him.  I bottom out in a single stroke.  My pubes become a mass of mixed semen as my cock forces it out of him.  I churn the cum.  Over and over.  Harley takes a finger, swipes some of the mixed loads onto it and moves around to feed it to the Cub.  He sucks that finger like it was a dick.

I pull out.  I kneel and taste the mixed loads myself.

FUCK.

I stand up, push in and shoot.  Rope and rope of jizz blast into him.  A week’s worth of my own cum mixing with the other two loads…

*

It was the shortest time I’ve ever spent there—but also one of the hottest.  

Mixing the Loads was originally published on August 28, 2018.

FP Helps His Brother Move, But Takes Care of his Readers

I have to help my brother move from New Jersey to Michigan.  I will be gone for about two weeks.  But don't worry.  I have set up a series of re-posts to keep you entertained.  And some hot pictures. (Sometimes they will coordinate with the post, sometimes not.  They are never the people in the post!)  They will post automatically every other day.  

I should be back, writing up my new adventures near the middle of February.  

To start us off, here is a fun couple I saw a lot of for a bit, but health concerns (and distance) have kept us apart.  The playroom mentioned is my previous home, the drafty Victorian...

Re-post:  Don and Reid Visit the Playroom

My Playroom—November, 2018

It was just a matter of time.  And not very long to wait at all.

Don and Reid (the furry bottom and the top with the huge, hooked dick I’d played with when I was out of state) had expressed interest in having a session in the playroom.  I got a text just before Halloween asking about dates and we agreed on one easily.  They would come in late afternoon and we’d have dinner afterwards.  The temperature was just beginning to be cool so I set up the space heater, just to make sure we’d sweat a little.

I put a fresh towel in the sling and older ones under it and between the legs of the fuck bench.   Water was set out.  As was the tub of coconut oil for lube.  I chose less fetish inspired porn; just a good bareback orgy so as not freak Reid out.  (There had been a moment when he sat down on the bed in my hotel room and the first thing he saw was Rod Painter sticking a massive stainless steel sound into his hard cock.)

A text announced they were within a block.  On arrival, Don ran to the toilet, not sure he could feed me.  Reid and I chatted about the architecture of the house I live in.  Soon enough they were stowing their clothes in the bureau up in the playroom.  I stripped to my yellow jock and boots.  Don grinned at me, totally naked and hard.  He knelt in front of us…

 

“Suck him so he’s hard.”  I didn’t have to say it twice.  Nor did Reid have far to go to getting that monster ready for play.  I watch in fascination as Don takes more of it down his throat than I ever could.  And then it firms up—and he cannot get it into his mouth nearly as far.  Reid pushes him over to my cock.  I have tented the pouch of the jock.  Don wets it with his tongue.  He groans at the taste.  I love discovering each time we play he is piggier than I ever guessed.  Soon he’s swallowing my fully erect dick to the root.  Over and over.

I grab Reid by the curve and pull him closer.  Don goes back and forth on our oversized cocks.  He deliberately chokes himself on each of us in turn.  I join him on his knees.  We each take a side of Reid’s cock.  We tongue the shaft in tandem.  I let him slide down to the head first.  Then it’s my turn. Now back to getting the whole of his cock wet.

I look up at Reid.  “Where do you want him first?”

He points to the piece of fuck furniture that wasn’t in my hotel room—the fuck bench.  Don climbs aboard.  I take a moment to lower the mid section to make it is more comfortable for him.  But then, since I’m right there, I attack his hairy hole with my tongue.  Reid watches and strokes.  I leave Don’s pucker sopping wet.  I stand up and enter him.  Reid moves closer.  He watches the head of my cock disappear into his partner.  He grunts in pleasure, as he hears Don groan.  I hold in place for just a moment and then work my entire length into him. 

Reid jerks faster.  “Fuck him.”

Don is now opening—I can begin to truly plow him.  My hips begin to slap against his ass.  Reid slaps his cock on his butt right next to my right hand.  His cock is beginning to ooze.

I give Don a few more strokes and pull out.  “Your turn.”  I move around and stick my cock in his mouth straight from his ass. 

Reid likes this almost as much as Don.  Reid pushes in—hard—no easing in for him.  He fucks him hard.  Like a whore.  It’s hot to watch.

We switch.  Reid brings his dripping dick to Don’s mouth.  I go back to the now gaping hole.  His hole has been manufacturing lube like crazy to protect it from that massive intruder.  I love how wet Don feels on my cock.  Don loves how my cock tastes when we rotate again.

And again. 

But this time I piss on his hole before I fuck it.

*

Don is now in the sling.  I am fucking him.  Reid sits on the fuck bench.  His eyes are riveted to my dick as it enters his boyfriend.  He strokes his dick only occasionally, making sure he won’t shoot too fast.

I show off a little.  I stand still and pull the sling on to my dick and then push it off.  Over and over.  It shows off the whole length of my dick for it all comes out but just the tip.  Reid gets up and crawls under the sling.

“Damn…” is all I hear from him down there.  Then I feel him licking my balls…

*

“You should eat Reid’s ass again,” Don says, panting a little and in need of a break.

We re-group around the rimseat.  I’m under it.  Reid sits carefully down on the seat.  My tongue finds his virgin hole.  Don is sucking my dick.  I poke myself deeper and deeper into Reid.  I can hear him jerking his dick as I suck and tongue him.

Don has gotten my cock good and wet.  He sits on it and rides me.  He slams himself down on my dick until his legs give out.

The two men change.  Don sits down and gives me to eat the ass I just fucked.  Reid straddles my chest and face fucks his partner.  I can only sense it.  And hear it.  He can’t be taking more than half that cock.  Don chokes on the fuck tool.  It makes his hole spasm.  I groan out my appreciation.  Reid does it to him again.

I stop touching myself.  I concentrate on just eating the stretched out hole above me.

“I need your dick, not your tongue.”  Don stands up.  He heads back to the sling.  He’s in it and even found the stirrups by the time Reid helps me up.

“You first,” says Reid.

I plow right in.  It’s a noisy fuck.  My dick is making a suction sound on each withdrawal.  Reid pushes in close.  He blows his load all over Don’s ass.  I slow down.  When he is done shooting, I pull out and mop up his load with my dick head.

“Oh, fuck…” Reid mumbles and sits down on the fuck bench, spent.

I fuck the load into Don.  I am getting close myself.  I remember what I learned from Don—about how Reid loved that I asked if I could cum in his boy.  So I do it.  “Can I shoot my load in your boy?”

“You better,” is all the answer he gives me.

I speed up—and fire a pent up splatter of cum deep into Don…

Originally posted December 13, 2018

A Happy Reunion: FP Works Over Derrick and Jacob

 West Michigan—January, 2025

None of us could quite believe it had been a year and half since we saw each other.  I was, sitting in Derrick and Jacob’s home, catching up with them.  On my end, my very-busy-post-retirement work schedule had taken away our Sunday afternoon meets.  They had had travel for work, travel for pleasure, health issues, family emergencies and a busy social life.  We had tried a few times in the 18 months, but we could never make our schedules mesh.  But here we were, chatting, on this snowy Sunday, as if we had seen each other much more recently.

Finally, Derrick suggests me move to the study.  The television is playing a new slide show of men in leather doing rather extreme things to each other.  I just happen to lose all my clothes on the way from the living room to the couch in the study.  I sit on the couch, with a naked Derrick beside me and a jocked Jacob, on the floor at our feet…

 

Derrick bends and takes my hardening cock into his mouth.  He stays still and lets my erection firm up in his mouth before he starts to suck.  It’s been a long time since I’ve had that happen.  We both love how it just kept thickening, filling his mouth with my hot flesh.  Suddenly, Jacob leaves the room.  Likely for a change of attire.  I lean back and let Derrick get his fill of my dick:  his tongue on the piss slit, then on the shaft, now on my balls.  His mouth ovals and the serious business of sucking begins.

I idly play with his cock.  He is drooling precum.  I lick my fingers clean.

Jacob returns.  Once he’s on the floor again, he puts on the rubber hood he went to retrieve.  It covers all of his face except his mouth.  I love how it looks with his beard.  I know that not seeing what is going into his mouth helps him take more of me.

“Suck his cock,” says Derrick.

Jacob reaches out.  He finds my feet.  He crawls between my spread legs.  He leans in and licks my balls.  He moans a little.  He works his way up my shaft, with his busy tongue.  He ovals up and sinks down.  He chokes.  He pulls off, tries again and goes lower.  And again.  He doesn’t try for all of me, and that’s just fine.  He communicates the hunger for dick with every head bob.  Derrick watches—now rock hard—as Jacob services me.  He reaches over and rubs my shoulders as I enjoy Jacob’s mouth.

I am ready to get on my knees and eat Jacob’s hairy ass.  As I am about to move, Derrick suggests we go down to their playroom.  We troop down stairs.  There are even more toys loading the room.  Jacob, after the sling is adjusted to my height, jumps in.  I sit on the rolling tool box and eat out his hole, getting re-acquainted with his ass.  He is wet and ready, before I get my tongue in him.  I rim and spit, making him wetter still.  I stand up and slide my cock into him.  Slowly.  Derrick’s eyes are riveted to the scene.  He loves watching his boy be used.  I fuck him slowly.  Building speed.  I pull out and sit—eating his freshly fucked hole.

I do it all again.  Tongue.  Then cock.  Pounding him harder each time.

The heavy-duty lube is to my left.  I grease up my left hand as my tongue is in him yet again.  I stand up and three fingers slide into him.  I turn my hand slowly.  I add the fourth, watching his face.  I pull out, add more grease and, with a slight twist, Jacob takes my left hand.   I turn it slightly, so the thumb is on top.  Two fingers from my right hand slide in along my left palm for an extra stretch.

I pull slowly out with a slight twist.  I re-grease and the left goes back into him.  I add three fingers this time, sliding in and out, mimicking the fuck I just gave him.  The fingers come out.  My cock pushes in and slides along my left palm.

“Fuckkkkk…” moans Jacob.  “Yes!!”

I fuck slowly.  My cock giving him the extra stretch he loves.

I pull out my dick—and then my hand.  I give him a hard pounding with my dick.  I do the hand and cock combo one more time and then suggest we get Derrick into the sling.

The change is made.  Jacob works his nipples as I eat his smooth ass.   I work deeper and deeper.  Derrick tells me he’s missed my tongue.  This makes me work even harder.  Finally, I stand up and my dick slips into him.  I fuck him.  Jacob twists a nipple with one hand and massages Derrick’s balls with the other.  Eventually, I go back to my tongue, reveling in the wetness of his hole. 

I fuck again.

I rim while I grease my left hand.  I stand.  Cock in.  Fuck.  Pull out and three fingers go into his used hole.  I move carefully, exploring.  A fourth finger is added easily as I do a slight twist of my hand.  I re-grease, and the whole hand goes in.  Knowing what I’m about to do, Jacob stops playing with Derrick’s chest and comes around to watch my hand get sucked into his partner’s butt.  Derrick’s ass lips close around my wrist.  He sighs.

I begin a slight movement inside him.  Then a full fist fuck.  As I pull out, Jacob asks if he can go in.  His left disappears.  He moves it deeper and then pulls out.  His right replaces his left.  I add the three fingers of my left, slipping in against Jacob’s palm.

“Give him your hand and cock.”  Jacob wants to watch it from this angle.

My newly greased left slides in.  I pull back slightly so there is room for my cock to slide along the palm.  I push it in.  I go deep, with my entire cock shaft.  My fingers, inside Derrick, open and my cock goes through them.  It feels terrific—his hot hole and then my fingers adding even more friction.

I idly wonder why I’ve never shot my load this way…

*

In didn’t happen.  Almost as I thought it, Derrick’s hole had had enough stretch.  We stopped, happy to have re-connected so smoothly…